The locker room after phys ed class found the seniors at Boston Tech High School getting ready for the next class. Some of the kids were soaping themselves, their dongs flopping about, in the communal shower; some were getting dressed; the ones who hated phys ed and didn't exercise were already dressed. And there I was, dressing slowly while trying to sneak glimpses of naked classmates slipping into their Jockey shorts.
I had snuck looks before, thinking I was being furtive and discreet, but William had seen me peeking at his crotch in his BVDs and one morning as we smoked a cigarette in a bathroom stall, he confrontedme and asked what my staring meant.
I played coy, but William explained what it meant, although I already knew. It meant, he said, that his bulge turned me on and that I hoped his dick would flop out. He said he was flattered that another guy had recognized his attractiveness and that, of course, I wanted to see his cock. “As big as you want it,” he teased, as if I needed further enticement.
William didn’t use the Q word, popular among high schoolers in the ’60s, but he didn’t have to. He knew and I knew what my staring meant.
“Here’s your chance to see it up close,” he smirked.
That idea so aroused me that I got beyond my fear of being unmasked as a gay kid and unbuckled William's belt and pulled down his Levi’s and briefs.
It was now a week later. As I strained to see more dick in the locker room — William's or the appendages of any of my other favorites -- Neal, Dean or Dennis, I knew I had to be careful. Most guys seemed oblivious to being ogled, but I had thought the same of William, and it turned out not to be true.
Mr. Grant, the phys ed teacher, came in and yelled at us to speed it up. "Let's move, ladies. This isn't high tea. Get dressed and get outta here."
I headed to my last class, eager to get the school day over.
In the corridor I felt a warm breath blowing on my ear. It was William.
“Hey, kid, I hope you enjoyed the sights today in the locker
room."
Dammit, I had been caught again.
"I saw how you scoped the guys putting on their underwear. Actually, I’m a little jealous. I thought I was the only one you stared at.”
William was conceited and could be a dickhead, but how could I resist his astonishing beauty.
I played dumb and gave off a puzzled look. William saw right through me. "I know you, Pete, you always stare at crotches. Why don't you just own it."
Owning it wasn't easy at an all-male high school with kids eager to put down a "quee-ah.” That’s Bostonese for the Q word.”
William gave me a look of reprobation. “You were supposed to meet me last week in the basement men's room for another session. I thought you couldn’t wait to suck my dick again. What the hell happened? You know this drives you insane. And he grabbed his crotch.”
“I know, William. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t. I have a job now. I work in a sub shop.”
“Screw the sub shop. I have a different kind of job for you to perform and he grabbed his crotch again. “You know what I mean.” he winked. “Be in the stall five minutes after your last class ends or else I’ll tell the whole school what you did to me last week.
I wasn't lying. I did have a job, but I had an hour after school before I had to be there. The more I thought about William’s physical attributes, the more I knew where I would be headed after class.
While I was rightfully afraid we’d get caught, I was also mortified that he’d tell my classmates what I’d done. My lust for William's dick dangling out of his white briefs won out, though. I headed for the basement.
In the same stall where I had sucked him off I could see cigarette smoke wafting out from under the door, which was dangerous as smoking could get you suspended. William wasn’t much for following rules. First thing I saw when I opened the door was that he had taken off his shirt and T-shirt and was showing off his toned body with its smattering of dark blond hair on his chest that got thicker as it drifted down his stomach and into his Levi’s.
William took my briefcase — OK, I was a nerd — and placed it against the door, covering the open space and blocking anyone nosy from seeing two pairs of shoes in one stall.
My hands trembled as I awaited instructions.
“On your knees,” he barked as he rubbed his dick through the denim.
"You want it again, don't you, Pete? Tell me how much you want it.”
What I really wanted was to suck him off without any chitchat,
but William was full of himself and liked the sound of his own voice. The questions came flying out.
"Is mine the first pecker you ever sucked?"
"No,” I nodded. (I wasn’t lying).
"Oh! Who else? I see how you look at Neal in the locker room. Did you suck him off?
"No, I didn’t. Can we just do it, William? I don't have a lot of
time.”
"Who was it?"
“You don't know him. One of my cousins. I did it with him once." (That was true).
"Is he as big as I am?
"No." (The real answer was bigger).
"Did you swallow his cum like you did mine?"
"No." (Actually I did).
"How did it happen?"
I had to play his game if I wanted his cock in my mouth again.
"We were playing Truth or Dare. I sucked it for a minute
before he freaked out." (That’s not close to what happened).
So you didn't really suck him off the way you did me?"
“No." (Yes, I did).
“But you wanted to because you love sucking dick?”
I was becoming irritated by William's incessant verbosity
"Not really, William, I don't find him that attractive." (I lied again).
“But you find me attractive?"
"Yes, I do." Of course I did. William was a 6-foot, 180-poundhunk of blond athletic masculinity with a handsome face, great penis and beautiful body.
"Good. Now get my pants down and thread my dick through the fly of my undies.”
I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his Levi's, which wasn't easy because they were tight. I had to work to pry them down to his knees. I reached into his white briefs — he was wearing Hanes today — and push it through the fly. And there it stared me in the face — 7 inches of circumcised precision capped by a pink head that expanded well beyond the shaft.
I gripped it firmly and moved my lips close ready to engulf it. William made me wait.
"Smell it first, Pete. I took a piss before you came in and I dribbled some on the head and rubbed it in. You liked that last time.”
“I know. I can smell it.”
“Then lick the head and clean the piss off my cock."
I wasn't even bothered by that kink. The remnants tasted tangy and the thought that it came out of his dick excited me.
"I think you like my piss, Pete. I wonder what we can do with that in the future. And he winked.
“Now take my cock down as far as you can. I hope you've practiced since the last time.”
I wasn't going to admit it, but I had used a cucumber and with practice got most of it in my mouth without gagging.
"Go ahead and work the shaft -- watch the teeth -- and let's see how much you can take. Eventually, you’ll take it all down your throat."
William's words aroused me. I grabbed the back of his thighs for leverage and took four, five, then six inches.
“Pete, I can feel your throat. Now, breathe through your nose, relax your throat, and let's get the last inch in."
How many guys have blown William, I wondered. He seemed to be be awfully familiar with the art of cocksucking.
I could feel the cotton fabric of his undies hit my face. I took another half-inch before I started to gag.
"That's OK. Pete. I’m a lot closer to deep-throating you than I
thought we'd get. Next time we’ll hit the mark. Now open up.”
William held my head in place and fucked my mouth with vigor. In about a minute his dick spasmed; he grunted and filled my mouth with cum. That was quick, I thought with disappointment.
“Pete, I don’t want to spend too much time getting sucked today. I want to move onto something else. I told you last time to be ready for “other things.”
“Do you know what rimming is?”
I didn’t have a clue.
“It’s when you lick a guy’s ass and tongue his bung hole. That’s going to be the lesson for today.”
Doing that was far more intense and nastier by miles than I ever dreamed of doing. I didn’t know what to say. I admired how his ass filled his Levi’s at school and wanted to touch his butt, but that’s it.
He turned around and stuck his Hanes-clad ass in my face.
“William, I don’t know if I want to try that. Seems a little dirty. I can’t believe guys do that.”
“Guys do that, Pete, and it feels great to have a tongue up there. You want me to feel great, don’t you? You’ll discover that I have a hairy ass, too.”
Before I had a chance to ask more questions, William reached around and pulled my face onto his briefs. “We’ll start slow and get you used to my scent through my underwear. Get your face in there.”
His muscular ass stretched the fabric of his Hanes briefs so thin that I was bound to get a good whiff of his ass. It was at that moment that I began to understand the beauty of a man’s butt.
My nose stayed on his crack and breathed in the smell of cotton and something more exotic — his masculine butt sweat. Whatever reservations I had started to melt. Sniffing him was making me rock hard.
“Now kiss my ass, then lick up and down where my crack is. I want my briefs to be wet with your spit.”
After five minutes of raising spittle, his briefs were soakedalong the crack. William felt the moisture and said, “You did good, Pete. You’re ready for the next step. Pull down my underwear.”
I was astounded by how sexy his ass was — a meaty, perfectly shaped example of firm athletic teenage butt. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as my hands touched the fleshy mounds.
While his cheeks were hairless, the crack had a shock of dark blond hair shooting out and upwards, reaching a patch of fur in the small of his back. He wasn’t lying about being hairy back there.
“So, whaddya think, Pete? Pretty damned great, isn’t it?”
Since it was, I didn’t mind his bragging about it.
“I’m not going to let you just look at it,” he snapped. And hereached a finger into his briefs, ran it inside hi ass crack, smelled it, then held it to my nose.
That smells amazing, even if I do say so myself.”
I sniffed his finger and the scent wasn’t bad. It smelled of many things — charcoal and the bottom of a garbage pail that had been washed recently but still had a residual odor. It smelled of raw male aroma in a place where sweat gathered and couldn’t be easily eviscerated. It was headier than his armpit smell, which he had forced me to taste off his finger during our first encounter.
The moment of truth had arrived. Yes, I found his ass a work of art, but getting my face inside was testing my inexperienced limits.
“I’m not sure, William. What if it’s smelly in there?
“Not to worry, Pete, it’s not dirty — I showered today —but it might be sweaty. I’ve been sitting all day in a hot classroom. You know how tightey-whiteys trap a man’s scent.
“You’ve sucked my dick, eaten my cum and licked my balls. And you loved that. Trust me, you are going to love rimming me.”
William wasn’t wrong and I felt less anxious. I separated his cheeks for a look inside. Through all the hair was a pink rosebud that puckered out as if to greet me.
As it looked clean, I moved my nose closer. So that’s what William was talking about — the strong fragrance of sweat that had fermented into something undefinable.
I moved my nose right onto his hole and breathed in. I felt like fainting I was so turned on.
After a moment of silence, William weighed in. “Your nose feels terrific, Pete, but your tongue will really make me crazy.
I licked around the edges of his rosebud; it felt spongy. Then I plunged my tongue inside and thought William was going to explode. He moved his ass in a circular motion and screamed the word “Fuck.”
“Gawd, Pete, that’s making my dick so hard. I’ve only read about getting rimmed in magazines. Now I know why guys love it. Please don’t stop.”
On my end, I liked everything about it. Once I got over the psychological hurdle of planting my face and tongue in his ass, it was totally hot. And I could feel body heat emanating from his hole.
I was excited to use my tongue to probe a place I never considered exploring, even more so that I was also making him crazy. So I kept at it, pulling my tongue in and out and licking up and down the crack from where it met his lower back down to his balls.
As I continued to jab my tongue in his hole, William began jerking off. In a few minutes, I heard his load splatter onto the marble wall.
I left the stall grateful that he has let me taste different parts of his sexy body. I wondered what our next encounter would bring.
